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Boxes
Summer's returned.
The days are long, nights are spent alone and mornings dissolve into sticky noontime. All of your fears are packed into neat little boxes, tied with tiny strands of hope, and tossed carelessly into piles of all those things you only wish you had the courage to evaluate. And, with more than your admittance and your heart will allow, I am in one of those boxes. I am one of those burdens shining into your eyes, blinding you as you try to sleep at night.
Eventually you'll put me up high on a shelf, to be looked, at to decorate your past and nothing more. I'll be taken down every now and then, to be held and absorb all of those false, endearing smiles. Then I will be put away again, out of reach, out of earshot and out of mind.
Maybe someday you'll come back and let me out of this foresaken box. Maybe you won't.
But hope is such a beautiful lie...
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